~~ Snow. That was Hollypaw's most favorite thing in the world. First. Second was herself for being her. Third was the air, for being sweet and crisp. No clanmates were in her list of favorite cats. Not her friends, not her family. Not any cat. Hollypaw felt a gust of wind blow an autumn leaf onto her face. Green, she thought. Happy the way she is, but yearns the sky. The black she cat wasn't quite sure her inferences were accurate, so she experimentally bit into it. "I thought Clan cats feasted on prey only!" Beechpaw gasped sarcastically. "She makes no sense!" Beechpaw fell over, laughing. ~~ ~~ ~~